Whiskey on a southbound Bound for Angel Town Let those diesel engines pull me down Broke-down man at the station house Crying from his head to his hands Lord, it makes me wonder what she said. She said I have the strangest kind of innocence I'm gonna ask her exactly what that means She said her mother likes me, And I think I trust them both And she treats me good enough for me to write this song Well my girl got drunk and she's talking to some boys From high school She knows how to swim but I think she wants to drown Ticketman said she's trying to make me A jealous-hearted man Watching the telephone wires, I nod my head Whiskey on the southbound Whiskey on the southbound Whiskey on the southbound Bound for Angel town